Second Year University 2016

Anush Hakobyan, Ijevan: First Place ArmeniaThird Place International Competition

A group of tall aliens appears in the United Nations building claiming they have the technology to solve world hunger and end war. They say they come in peace. Do you trust them? What happens next?

We all know that there a lot of storys about aliens and no one knows weather it is true or not. But here is a story that for you might be unbelievable, but you know it is true.My story began two or three million years ago in a far-far country called “United Nations”. Of cours you will say that it’s not a country, but trust me I know better than you do. So two or tree million years ago it was country. That time I was a person who could do everything. I was the one who had iphone, though, nobady knew that there would be such thing. That time I was trying to answer the question, which still has no answer. So the question was: “Wheater there are aliens or not!” I believed that there were. Once I decided to make a machin, which would help me to contact with aliens. As you understood I wasn’t living in 21stcentuary, so I didn’t have anything that could help me, ,so I made my super modern machin, of cours for that time, from what I called “Apchoc”. You are asking me what it is. Well it was a mixture of a fruit, which is now called apple and a sweet, called: chocolate. These two have unbelievable small and taste, and I new that aliens loved “Apchoc”. So one day, or as it is clear to say one night, when there was no one in the streets and only I was not sleeping, happened something strang. On the building of my labocave (which is a synonimto laboratory) I saw a strang, tall figure. By the way my labocave was called ‘UN’, it means United Nation. The figure was trying to enter the labocave and at the same time was singing a strange song. “hunger…..and….war”He sung this song again and again, and as I didn’t knew words by alien, I just understood these two: “hunger and war”. I was too afraid, but decided to go there and see what he was doing. I took all my aliend understanding tools, my apchoc, because I didn’t know how much I was going to stay there. So I also had a cloths in which I looked like a real alien, so I put on my cloths and went to the cave. And what do you think, what happened next?The alien noticed me. To tell the truth he was really beautiful alien of my age. So as I didn’t know what to do I just ofered him one of my apchochs.He looked at me with a strange eyes and I was just thinking where to run, when he took the apchoc from my hands and swallowed. Than he took something from his pocket and put it into my hair. It was a little shining rose, which helped me to understand all the words that he was saying. And I understood that he had come to help me to solve different problems, such as hunger, death and wars. He showed me the world in which we live now and said that by the time it would become better and better, if I’ll trust him. I didn’t know what to do, but his eyes told me that I can trust him, so I trusted… And now all of us can see the results. We live, we breath, we have iphones and other modern staffs. And if you want to know how I could live so long, I would answer. My meeting with an alien gave me something more than just new world. He gave me new life, new thoughts, he made me undeathable which means that I will live forever and besides I felt in love with a qute, smart and kind alien and I’m still living with him. I would never forget the night of our meeting, his eyes and his scarying breath. I would never forget the red rose, which he gave me…

You think that is not true? Than you don’t have fantasy and trust, because I believe in what I write… I hope you too.

Second Place:Rafayel Harutyunyan, Ijevan

You find a book in the library that has no writing in it. But when you speak, writing appears on the pages to reply to you. What do you talk about?

Again and again our exams came. Studies, duties, a lot of hard work and spring. What to do? Either work hard to get higher marks or enjoy the lovely spring: to walk, to shine, to play, to rest and to have a lot of fun. Study hard!, no other things, read, write and learn. I don’t have any alternative choice, let’s go to the library. I need a book for our foreign literature, shall we?All the time (with) this is the main topic we are discussing about. When I approached to library building, I started to feel strange things, as though my past was running in front of me, and I’m trying to break in to hold a precious thing I’ve left in my past…Se we entered. There was extermly huge collection of antique books covered with dust and their small really was shocking. For a while I forgot why I had come there and started to deepen in the shelves. As I went deeper, the room was becoming darker. On the top of one shelf I noticed a book covered with dark leather. I was really impressed, so I made my mind to get it. I could hardly climb the ladder, but fortunately I reached. When I was already below my friend joined me, and started to rebuke me why I was so careless, I always lost my way, but really it didn’t interested me. I told him “Anyhow I feel strange things”, and he answered “You are becoming crazy, again, but no matter, everything is because of the exams, you will recover, don’t worry.”The room was dark, and few things were noticable, even when the shadows of people were falling to the groung or walls, frightening figures were appearing, figures like ghosts, aliens, animals, anyhow. I decided to lighten my way by my phone and had a seat. I took my bag off. I got my water bottle and started to wonder what was the book about and hom it was belonging. But I couldn’t. But when I oppened it I saw nothing, and it was thought to me that it wasn’t a book, but a diary, with empty pages. But there was a stamp, for a moment I thought that it was so old, that from antiquity the pages and the content were totaly delated. But how it could happen? So an idea came to my mind and I decided to write my thoughts, whatever I was thinking about. But when I put the top of the pen to the paper the ink disappeared. I wondered and laughed at what was going on, but I was scarying and anxiously wanting to know what it was. I wrote “Hi, am I in a dream?”“No” the answer was, I was shocke and I was too happy at the same time. My feelings were mixed, my heart was beating hard. “Are you a book of magic?” I asked, - “Something like that”. That was the book’s answer, and I gave a couple of questions but what I really didn’t expected that the book was able to answer, and could tell me secrets that for a hundred of years people had been trying to solve. I had heard a story about a fountin of youth. That its water had a power in it, it gave people a chance to get back to their youth for a short time, but there was a problem. It was a temporary chance. I wrote to ask wheater it was possible to drink from its water? I was told, that actually it’s very possible, but I had to go and find the fountin of youth in southern Florida. I decided not to try. But when I told the book that I had a wish, a desire and even a dream to get back to my childhood to hold my Mom for one more time, and feel a child for a while and even cry at the lap of my mother, I saw a large green yard sourounded by woody mountains and colourfulmedows, there I saw me. I was runing. I was trying to reach my parents who were happily walking together, I jumped, I was runing, I was crying, to I was a child. I wanted to return to my entire portrait of my family, I wanted to see again my full family, father, mother, my sisters who were maried at that time. But when I hold my mom’s hand, everything overed. I got back to my life and understood that the book was simply a portal, and through which I wanted to see my complete with my family once again in my childhood.

Everything overd, this was my last word…

Third Place: Hayk Danielyan, Ijevan

You find a book in the library that has no writing in it. But when you speak, writing appears on the pages to reply to you. What do you talk about?

​I don’t know why but that day my legs led me to that old, dump place. Cobwebs welcomed me right at the entrance. It was clear that this place hadn’t seen any guests for a long time. My grandfather was always telling me about his library when I was a child. He would say every time. “Dear, you are too young to understand what I’ve lived half of my life for, but one day you’ll come to know it…” So, maybe the day had come?Anyway, I made my way into it. The books were in their places. The little rays of sun were shining through the little holes of the roof playing with the dust. No one was there, only me, myself and I. I passed through the bookcases touching them with my hands. I started to examine them and a book, out of the blue, caught my eye. It was big one. I raised my two hands to take it thinking that it could be heavy but as I picked it I was surprised. It wasn’t heavy at all. I opened it. But wait… what a daze! There wasn’t any writing. “Who the hell needed to put this book here”, - I thought to myself. And the red letters started to appear on the first page of it. There was written, “Me, dear”. I dropped it frightened. Then I picked it again to be sure that my mind wasn’t going off. But there wasn’t anything. Something started to appear again. “Hey, dear, it’s me your grandpa”. Then something appeared again. “Do not ask anything how this had happened, just ask anything you want to know in general. “I finally spoke. “Is this a dream”.Right at that time my grandpa woke me up.